Dwight: How do I apply? Gabe: You have to be a minority. Dwight: Uh, glasses wearers? Cholera survivors? Geniuses? Non-organic family farmers? The list goes on and on you want me to keep going? Gabe: Those don't really count. We're thinking more, ethnic and racial minorities. Dwight: Come here, come here. Ten seconds ago this guy was driving a forklift, OK? Now all of a sudden he's Cinderella of the office. What are you guys thinking? Darryl: I like the sound of this. Maybe someday I'll be sitting in Michael's chair. Wouldn't that be something.